both sides

Currently listening to : Frou Frou - "Only Got One"


Erika never had been one for rush-me-byes. The chord had swung back and forth for the duration of her life; the chords had changed with the songs and the moods and the thoughts and the knowledge. Inverted thirds and diminished sevenths; they had meant less. They had meant more.

But Life-- Life, it kinda just does whatever floats her bamboo sometimes, and Erika le was well aware. It hadn't been the first time, no-- they had come, they had gone. They had come back, every now and then. It was those magical come-backs that had made all the difference, that had left everlasting mental and spiritual imprints that nothing had the power to dissolve and wither. Not even Life.

But even the reconsideration of forgotten chords wouldn't work this time. They were good chords, interwoven with much that was needed and true, but they were no placaters. The fact was, Life had decided to do what it was going to do, and there was no choice but to go along... none at all. Everyone quietly knew it.





Erika marveled and gargled at sparkled Garibald...i. How had he done it? How had he managed?
Well, he certainly had had no clue. No one had had, and no one had will.